Poem for today, not yet edited

as of yet untitled

for j.

where the river becomes lake
a bridge makes my heart
wider than the span
of all my desires.

wider than fire.

the water has no need
to be extinguished.
it flows and rolls,
tossing trout, spreading
algae to its shores.

boats pass and the water
is still water.

soon after, the lake is
river again.

the bridge passes over,
now passed under.

waves pounding,
open to the sky.

miriam hall
8/27/06